Michelle left the orgy, wet, braless, and holding a pile of flesh colored rubber. She spent the last twenty minutes doing her best to navigate the orgy trying to get these pieces. At some point she lost her panties, and she even stopped for only a moment to contemplate joining the orgy. In the end, she was outside the breeze blowing under her skirt, and her friend in her arms. She was lucky though. Just as she was about to leave, a waitress, between fucking bouts, told her something, “there is a place where they love molding rubbing girls.” She then received directions, which she was now following.
Michelle found the place. A brick building, with a large smokestack that bellowed a pinkish smoke. A large sign outside read, Rubber Girl Moldings Inc. Michelle stepped inside. The wall was lined with various rubbed objects, almost all various of sex toys. A huge wall of dildos, dongs, butt plugs and vibrators and to the left fake pussies and love dolls. And then there were some things she could not recognize. Michelle walked to the counter in the back and saw two girls work. They were odd. Hairless women, with a sheen to them and like the cow women they had a certain sexuality to them.
They were busy working on something in a large brick oven. Hanging on the wall, behind the counter tons and tons of molds of different sizes and shapes. Michelle watched intently as the two women pulled a mold out, a small one, dipped it in water which immediately steamed. They then opened the mold, touching it without fear of the heat. Dumping the mold out onto a worktable, a dildo dropped out.
Before Michelle could figure out if this place was for the best, one of the women turned around. For the first time, she could see they were not only hairless, but also nippleless and had sealed pussies. “Welcome to Rubber Molds. Oh, I see you brought your own material. Excellent,” the woman said as she reached over the counter. She pulled Michelle’s arms over the counter and let the rubber bits fall out. “Have you decided what you want to make?” the woman spread the rubber out looking it over.
“I just want my friend Cynthia back,” Michelle told her.